Str8 From CopKilla Queens
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Wifey
IP:
i step in the buretta tethered metal door let my mental forget the core~
of my mind heart and soul bet that intelligence is a long forggoten and weathered door~
entered by only kingly don bishops king me the rhyme's richest~
most pure and cash filled pockets of gashes killed by rockets of dime bitches~
rewind my mental loop i'll dent a fruit uncomfortabbly treading on hell with a bended boot~
offend the continent sonstant-ly stompin on this plank of reality only sweet wit a rented tooth~
send medly melodies travel thru bass breaks and rape and erase my fate state~
all because of my little half puerto rican mami calm me down to see her great face~
let her soul of gold corrode the g in me never more i'll roll wit hoes and hold my D~
forget my mind and my heart was once parts now parted departing i flow and beat~
let go defeat holdin baby girl its all gravy shady babies wadin in this unholy world~
phony homies speak flowing dub oh are dees (w-o-r-ds) two my adoringly only girl~
purplex my heart with her mystique complex as a sheet of white paper wifed a nature's mother~
oh brother let me stutter the mushy cluttered wick wickedy weakness now and later butter~
hold the pourin beat of her heart drip let my heart rip apart if she did a enemy coward whole heartedly~
regarding me im a FUCKIN killer i'll kill her if she doesn't spare my emotions and spar with bars sparringly~
forgive my sidetrack wax melts on her figurely curves my (ahem) rises like curbs~
disturb my lack of peace with waxing d-r-i-ps perturbed by my anger flying like birds~
shorty hit a nigga in my dirty crew, as i take a thirty two to my former homeboy steady embedding strays~
my target sharp and heartless pin point the largest problem..this all on my wedding day~
1luv.
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